"Let me help you unleash your true power."
After a thousand years of reincarnation, Rhine had mastered every secret of the world and learned the ultimate techniques.
But with this useless body,
Rhine couldn't put his combat skills to use.
There were exceptions, though...
If he could control something—say, a divine puppet, 20
and use its strength in combination with his skills,
then what would be born was...2
Suddenly,
Silver-white radiance, as dazzling as the blazing sun, burst from Histia Hela!4
Under Rhine's control, Histia's body transformed within the light, undergoing a sacred ascension from the inside out!
A moment later,
46. The Great Creator's Sacred Golden Relic
The instant Histia Hain descended onto the battlefield,
the battle
was already over.
Even an ancient dragon was insignificant before the mightiest demigod.
Histia, a monster with a 9% bloodline purity, was almost like a true god walking among mortals.
The powerful barrier Obadiah had created by draining Laita's leyline network vanished beneath the divine might of Order.
Across the battlefield,
Obadiah, Hela, and the puppet Italien
stared at Histia in shock, each with the same question in mind.
Who the hell are you?!
Exactly!
Who the hell am I?!
Histia Hela was also examining herself: her crystallized veins, the ■■ that one hand couldn't hold, and her flowing, silky golden hair...
But those weren't the important things.
What mattered was the endless power inside her, along with all the divine authorities she had never encountered before...
All of it left the puppet Histia utterly shaken.
Just then,
Obadiah was the first to react.
His gaze fell on Rhine.
"It was you?"
Obadiah had keenly noticed the invisible bond between Rhine and Histia.
"I don't know what Olivia did to you to give you this ability, but..."
Obadiah sneered. "If I kill you, this will all be taken care of, right?"
Obadiah swung his long, spiked tail. The power of an ancient dragon emerged, and he infused his body with sword techniques. Vast sword energy surged out along with his tail!
Rhine remained calm.
At that moment, Histia Hela realized that her body had started moving on its own.
She raised her hand and gathered her divine authority, shaping it into a vessel for energy. Then she struck in an instant.
In a flash, dragon blood poured down like a storm.
The ancient dragon's furious shriek rang above Histia's head.
A huge dragon tail crashed to the ground, blood spraying from its cleanly severed stump.
"Obadiah, you still don't understand,"
Rhine said coolly. "You have no idea how much a monster with a 9% Crystal God Bloodline is worth."
Obadiah's voice trembled with pain. "Don't think you can fool me... You can't turn a puppet into a monster like this out of nowhere... You won't be able to do that attack a second time! You absolutely—"
"Is that what you think?"
Histia's body moved on its own again.
"Aaaaaaaah!!!"
Obadiah's scream rang out once more.
This time, one of his wings was cut off.
Then Histia hurled a crystal spear, piercing Obadiah's chest!!
"Impossible!! This can't be happening!!!"
Dragon blood poured down again.
Obadiah screamed frantically. Faced with absolute power, screaming was all he could do...
The nearly invincible ancient dragon from before was now like an insect in a child's hands, being cruelly dismembered by Rhine piece by piece.
Why?!
Obadiah couldn't understand!
Why couldn't he defend against the golden-haired demigod's attacks? Why couldn't he even dodge them?!
No, that wasn't it...
Obadiah arrived at a desperate theory.
If this golden-haired monster really was as close to a true god as she appeared, then she might not be cutting off his wing at all.
She might be declaring, through causality itself, that the wing had been severed.
Terrifying guesses spread through his mind, driving Obadiah to the brink of collapse!
Of course,
Obadiah was too close to madness to notice the mind-corrupting spell swirling in Histia's eyes.
He only felt that he was in grave danger.
He panicked,
and began desperately searching for a way to survive.
In the end,
he had only one answer...
That was...
"I can only use that..."
Obadiah gritted his teeth and struggled to make the decision.
"Esteemed ancestor, supreme My Lord, Olivia has usurped the throne of the ancient dragons. I still have a mission to fulfill. That despicable evil dragon must be eliminated before I can die. Please allow me... to use My Lord's relic..."
Obadiah spoke in a low voice, full of reverence,
then raised his head and looked toward the Golden High Tower in the distance.
The three thousand six hundred restrictions dissolved at Obadiah's whim.
Obadiah had activated the supreme holy relic that even he could only kneel before in reverence!
That holy relic hadn't been stored inside the Golden Tower.
It was outside the tower—
or rather, it was part of the tower itself.
The gilding on the Golden High Tower gradually peeled away. Countless tiny golden particles gathered together, slowly taking the shape of a sword.
At the same time,
an exceptionally ancient and powerful divinity descended.
Histia's Silver White Crystal seemed to have met its natural enemy, rapidly receding around the Golden Sword.
It was a relic of the Supreme One, capable of resisting and even overwhelming the authority of the Goddess of Order.
It was the final work left behind in haste by the Great Creator, whom the ancient dragons served, before the end of their path.
It carried the Great Creator's profound will and boundless wisdom.
Obadiah's heart brimmed with reverence and worship.
In the depths of his despair, he spoke the sacred, mysterious true name bestowed upon it by the Great Creator, as if in prayer.
"New Single-Handed Sword 01!!"
Obadiah kept crying out that great true name, and the Golden Sword answered his call. Divine light blazed forth, steadily driving back the Silver White Crystal.
However,
Obadiah, driven into a desperate corner, could never have guessed
that it had all been Rhine's scheme.
And when Obadiah, overcome by fear and confusion, personally lifted the restrictions on the golden holy relic in front of his enemies,
Rhine's goal was achieved!
Now!!
As the Golden Sword was about to take shape, Rhine used the trump card he had prepared long ago.
"Lilia, go!!"
Space split open. The third puppet, who had remained hidden all this time, finally made her most decisive move at this critical moment.
"Hand it over!"
The instant the Golden Sword absorbed the last grain of golden sand and finished taking shape, Lilia Hela suddenly appeared and yanked it into the Spatial Rift.
Then a Spatial Rift opened beside Rhine.
"Your Highness, here you are."
Lilia handed the Golden Sword to Rhine.
By then, the Golden Sword's light had dimmed, and that peculiar divinity had faded away.
Clearly,
the nameless golden sword didn't recognize Rhine and Lilia as its masters.
Because in this world,
only the ancient dragons who served the Great Creator's race could wield this sword.
Well, that was how it should have worked in theory...
Rhine affectionately caressed the nameless Golden Sword.
Excellent.
Shia Constance's signature weapon acquired.
Unlike Rhine, who was perfectly satisfied,
Obadiah beside him was utterly shattered.
He watched helplessly as the Great Creator's final relic was stolen.
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